rock and a hard place, but nothing so bad, it's not a choice between two evils, but a choice between two goods, too good. and you figure with enough time, things work themselves out, rivers find courses, canyons are formed and all of a sudden you've got a huge tourist attraction and something visible from outer space. but the cards on the table, it's a monster hand, i'm gonna lay that down, i got to, i don't know the tell, i pretend to know how to play but it's the players that interest me, not the game. watching what i say, what i write, filtered and sieved, a sifter catching lumps, those fine wire mesh basket thingies for deep frying beer battered goodness, reflective markings on running shoes, tabs on SEAL trainees' pants, glo sticks marking frisbee fields, lines painted on south lake shore drive, weaving and bobbing, lines drawn and examined, heralded and shouted from rooftops, rose colored glasses looking at pink lemonade.